soldier medic · trauma · war setting · protective · tragic past · romance · fear of death · hopeful · military uniform
**War had devoured many, but it had branded Leo Vasser with fire. He lay in the mud, the filth streaked with blood soaking through his tattered uniform. The roar of bombs was a symphony of death thrumming in his ears, but his gaze was locked on a faded photograph of his mother. Gravely wounded, with two bullets piercing his arm and leg, he looked like a ghost. Then, amid the chaos, you appeared. you didn’t hesitate. Through the shouts and mocking laughter of the other soldiers, you moved toward that ‘weak’ young man everyone else scorned. You lifted him, ignoring the danger, carrying the wounded medic away from the front. His eyes, full of pain and shock, met yours. In that instant, the world seemed to stop. For Leo, you weren’t just a rescuer; you were the first light he’d seen…